The corners of Su Yunran's mouth twitched, and he was very helpless, so he had to change his words, "Thank you." ”

Mo Qingchen quietly sniffed the faint fragrance of bitter medicine on Su Yunran's body, and said, "If you still need anything, just tell me, and I'll do it for you." ”

Su Yunran was slightly stunned, then shook his head, "No." ”

Mo Qingchen lowered his eyes, looked deeply at Su Yunran's familiar eyebrows, and his tone was extremely serious, "Anything can be done, as long as you say it, I will do it." ”

His deep eyes rippled with deep whirlpools, Su Yunran only felt that his eyes were a little astringent, his mind was complicated, the tear mole was even more sad and sad, and his thin lips were tight.

"So ······" Su Yunran raised his eyes, looked at Mo Qingchen, tried his best to calm his emotions, and spoke: "I want to embroider evening dew flowers on the hem of that purple cloak, and the belt should also be purple, and embroider the same dark lines as this one." ”

When Mo Qingchen heard this, he raised his lips and said in a doting tone, "Okay, I listen to you." ”

Su Yunran nodded, withdrew a little from Mo Qingchen's arms slightly, and looked at his Xuanyi, his eyes were meaningless.

Mo Qingchen smiled helplessly, "Then I'll change to purple in the future?" ”

Su Yunran shook his head, as if he spoke casually, and his expression was extremely serious, "You look good in black clothes." ”

As soon as the words fell, Su Yunran fell into a warm embrace.

Mo Qingchen's arms were tightly locked on Su Yunran's waist, his chin rested on her uninjured shoulder, his thin lips attached to her ear, and his tone was pleasant.

"Ah Ran."

With some ethereal voices ringing in his ears, and the scorching breath spread in his ears, Su Yunran shrunk his neck and responded casually.

Mo Qingchen's eyes were full of bright light, and he dyed Su Yun tighter, "Then I'll keep wearing Xuan Yi to show you, okay?" ”

Su Yunran: "······"

In my impression, Mo Qingchen has always been wearing a dark robe.

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, his clear eyes blinked, and gradually, the sourness in it receded and replaced it indifferently. She stretched out her white hand and clasped Mo Qingchen's wrist.

Mo Qingchen was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"It's too late."

Su Yunran's thin eyebrows were furrowed, and he withdrew his hand, his thin eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of sternness, "Your internal injuries are more serious than last time." ”

"What's the mess in your body?"

The corners of Mo Qingchen's mouth stiffened, and then a warm smile bloomed, and his heart was warm, and the ice and snow melted.

Leaning over slowly, his stunning face slowly approached Su Yunran, until the tip of his nose touched the tip of his nose. Mo Qingchen's slender hand stretched out, picked her delicate chin, and looked directly at her clear eyes, making her unable to escape.

"Ah Ran." Mo Qingchen spoke, his deep and magnetic voice carrying deep feelings, "Are you worried about me?" ”

Su Yun's clear eyes were indifferent, and his thin lips were a little cold. Mo Qingchen's unique cold fragrance surrounded her, and Su Yunran only felt that her heartbeat was a little chaotic.

Mo Qingchen looked at the face of the Allure City that was close at hand, Rumo's eyes were a little blurry, and his cold face was a lot gentler.

Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, and the tear mole was even more moving under the candlelight.

Feeling Mo Qingchen's scorching breath, Su Yunran squinted slightly, and slowly stretched out his hand to cover the hand where his chin was raised.

Both of their hands had a cold touch, and the moment they touched, the two of them were shocked at the same time.

Mo Qingchen tightened Su Yunran's waist with one hand, and her pale lips slowly approached her thin lips.

The bitter medicinal fragrance and the cool cold fragrance are intertwined, and on the plain bed curtain covered by the candlelight, the figures of the two hug each other tightly, and they are extremely ambiguous.

At the moment when his lips were about to touch, Mo Qingchen was suddenly pulled by a force, and in a blink of an eye, he was already lying on his back on the soft bed.

Su Yunran put his hands on Mo Qingchen's shoulders and lay on top of him, his eyes full of seriousness. The supple green silk hangs down, intertwined with Mo Qingchen's black hair, one white and one black, two figures, with warm colors flowing quietly.

Looking at Su Yunran's serious and serious appearance, Mo Qingchen hooked his lips and smiled, clasped her waist with one hand, and slowly stroked her delicate little face with the other.

Su Yunran clasped the big bony hand on his face expressionlessly, probed his pulse, glanced at Mo Qingchen lightly, and did not speak.

Mo Qingchen was still smiling warmly and warmly, and he didn't move, he was very obedient.

After a moment, Su Yunran let go of Mo Qingchen's wrist, his eyes with an indifferent chill.

Mo Qingchen frowned, immediately sat up, picked up Su Yunran, put her on his lap, stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms, and called softly: "Ah Ran." ”

Su Yunran suppressed the sourness in his heart, the hand hidden in his sleeve slowly tightened, his white teeth bit his lower lip, and his clear eyes were complicated.

"Ah Ran."